You mean she liked Bill? Yes, she loved him, they were lovers, they had a daughter together...so she felt a mix of emotions between regret and satisfy after she finished him...because that's the nature of revenge...especially if you kill somebody you loved once...

Tampopo, one of the most funny, clever and inventive movie I've ever seen. That's only my second favourite scene, but I couldn't find the one with the tramp giving a lecture about French wine

I love these scenes of "The Devil's Envoys" so much I even published a full transcription and an English version. The devil's speech is pure poetry.

After the Devil, what about the Good Lord Himself? "The Devil and the Ten Commandments", 1962
I've been toying with the idea of translating the scene for a while. Now is the chance

- A swallow. The first one...

- Get the hell out! Go away, or I'll let my dogs loose! Get lost!

- He can't walk anymore, my Granddad. There's my Granny too, but she's really sick. She's in bed now. There's also my Dad and Mom, but they're away, tending to the ewe.
- Mary!
- Yes!
- Mary? That's a pretty name. The name of someone I once loved dearly.
- And you, who are you?
- Me? I am the Good Lord.
- Mary?

- Mary! The little pest would leave me to die! Mary!
- Granny! The Good Lord. The Good Lord is here!
- What? Rather pass me my syrup, you silly girl.
- I tell you He's there. He spoke to me! He looks just like Old Man Gilbert's donkey.
- This donkey carried Mary, and then Our son. It pleases me to look like Old Man Gilbert's donkey.
- August, August! There's a vagabond in the house! He's my husband. You'd better scram, or he'll stuff you with lead.
- First, the cross, then the gun. Always the same reflex. And yet it would be so easy to believe me when I say who I am.
- God?
- If he says so...
- Come a bit closer... Damn! Missed him!
- Watch out, my good woman.
- Watch out yourself, you bloody...
- Granny!
- God? That's right, side with him. It's all so rosy at your age. You just wait till life catches up with you. And then you'll see if you don't feel like giving him hell too. I might be dead before dusk, and I still have to experience a moment of joy. Not even a Sunday. Not a single one. Cows. Men. The pig. They all get hungry on Sundays. They all get dirty on Sundays. Where are they, these Sundays of yours? Shame on you! And what are you up to anyway, sneaking around here?
- I came down to Earth to try and put mankind back on the true path, and this is what I get: dogs, a shotgun and a stick.
- What did you expect? A "thank you" or something? What did you do with my three boys? The first died a prisoner of war. The second got run over by a car. And the third married a bitch who doesn't even feed me properly. And everywhere it's the same. We don't get papers here but we listen to the radio. We're in the know. Horror is everywhere. People screaming and bleeding all over the world. You can't be what you claim to be. There is no such thing as the Good Lord. If there was one, he wouldn't dare show his face.
- In short, you're quite mad at me. You're brave, but you really don't have a clue.
- You don't need to understand misery to get your share of it.
- When your son's tractor rolls over a anthill, he squashes a thousand baby ants, and yet the tractor has to drive on so that men can eat.
- Of course it has
- Still, the ant's mother is quite mad at me. And the pike, it gobbles twelve little gudgeons, and the gudgeons' mother is quite mad at me. And the gazelle, in a single afternoon, it will eat a million blades of grass. And the mother of grass is quite mad at me. And Mary, the other Mary, she did not say a word, and yet she was bleeding...
- What a goddam...
- Granny, don't!
- Why don't you fix all this? You just have to say "so be it" and everybody will be happy. Surely you find that amusing? Or maybe you're just not very bright?
- I can't tell you anything. Could you tell the ant the reason why the tractor exists? How it works and what use it is?
- We are no ants.
- No, but you're an insignificant speck on Earth. And Earth is an insignificant speck in the Universe. And the Universe is a tiny fly dropping on my pinky's nail. What do you expect to understand, creature? And yet, I love you.
- Me?
-Man... I gave him the Great Secret. The one that can fix everything. He simply refuses to use it. He categorically refuses. Actually he does the exact opposite. I came here precisely to try and fix that. I know everything.
- If you know so much, why don't you do a miracle? You just talk on and on. Talking is easy. Man is wrong.. I am the Good Lord... That's easy to say. Why don't you do a little miracle for a change?
- Oh the incredulous kind... Well, I'll do a miracle alright. Not for you. For Mary. So that she sees and bears witness. I'll make you 20 year old again.
- Nooo! My God, if You really are Him, please don't! Please, have mercy! One life, one life is quite enough!
- Poor little old creature... You cooked soup for them. You did their washing. You had kids for them. You are so tired now... You'll soon get your reward.
- Ah, I would like so much to believe you. I would like so much...
- So what? Are you going to do a miracle or what? Oh, Granddad! Make Granddad walk!

- Stand up. And walk!
- What? No, thank you very much. I'm quite alright like this. When my legs were good, I slaved all day, old and all. At least, since they failed, I'm resting.
- You're never old enough to stop helping the ones you love. Stand up. And walk!
- Not on your life!
- For the third time now, man, stand up and walk!
- But I can't. See, my poor legs...
- That's how they are, the lot of 'em. They turn down the good I offer them, and they whine. You're going to walk.

- Who's that guy?
- It's God!
- Oh God!
- Ooh.. So it was true...

- I can't go on... My God, forgive me. Give me a little room in your paradise...
- You're almost there. Do you hear the music?
- Yes
- Do you hear that noise? Like a flock of pigeons?
- Yes
- These are the angels settling down to welcome you. The gates of Paradise are white with them. Step in. Come on! Step in
- ...
- And now you'll never ever be tired again. In My name and my Son's and the Holy Ghost's, so shall it be.

- Please drop by again anytime. There's this old field of mine, nothing seems to grow on it. Maybe you could do a little something?
- I'll be back and do what needs doing.
- Thanks in advance. You are so very kind.
- Mary... Goodbye all.
- Goodbye
- Thanks
- Thank you kindly
- It's the father who brought that back from Africa. He served in the Legion, you see. But don't worry, I'll chop it down and we'll burn it.
- As you please. I don't mind. Black god, yellow god, white god... It's always me....
- On second thoughts, one never knows...

- We have to tell the priest. They have to talk about it in the news, on the radio. That will bring us good money.

- A swallow. The second one...

- So, my good lord, care for a little ride with us?
- But of course. With pleasure, my children.

(the Devil) Ok, I get it now... Just a nutcase! A nutcase on the run...
That's a relief. I should have known better. A sensible god... A likeable little God...
What a joke ! If God was as good as that, I wouldn't exist.